WindClan Medicine Cat's Den

[Neptune.]

Lichenpaw
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14 moons || she/her || no purrks
scrawny calico with one blind eye; blue eyes

"Lightningstorm..?" Lichenpaw calls out, poking her head into the medicine den. The herbal scents hit her at once and, under them, is the scents of cats, of hurt and grief. The sharp tang of blood that has been scrubbed clean sits like a thin blanket in the air and Lichenpaw has to blink a few times before she's able to push it out of mind. She didn't think readjusting to the smells of the Clan would take long, but after so long without them they're all suddenly overwhelming.

"Um, I wanted to ask about something? I don't... think it's hurting me? But the twolegs did something to me and I was wondering if you've seen it before? Or if you could... help pry them off maybe?" Her question is somewhat hesitant - there are other concerns more pressing than hers, and the fact she's taking up precious time is at the very forefront of her mind.

[ lightning <3 - @Alchemist Kitsune ]